Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 437

As Clara slid into Aiden's car, she kept her head down, feeling a bit defeated.

"Aiden, should I take you home?" Aiden asked softly, trying to gauge her mood.

She didn’t answer, instead dialing Z’s number again, but there was still no response. Was it possible he found out about tonight from someone else? Was he brooding alone in their townhouse?

“Ms. Clara?” Aiden asked again, pulling over to the side of the road, waiting patiently.

Finally, after ten minutes, she sighed and closed her eyes. "Aiden, you've been with Mr. Dylan for ages. Do you know what he enjoys besides work?"

If he liked golf, she could get him a limited edition set of clubs. If he was into horseback riding, maybe a fine horse would do. Surely Dylan had some hobbies, right?

Aiden glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "The boss doesn’t like work."

"Then just tell me, what would make him happy?" she pressed.

Aiden didn’t reply right away, gripping the steering wheel. After a moment, he asked again, "Should I take you home, Ms. Clara?"

Clara gave him the address to the townhouse, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside.

Aiden drove slowly, taking an extra half hour to reach the destination.

When Clara stepped out of the car, the cold wind hit her, reminding her she was still in her nightdress with nothing underneath. She quickly held down the hem of her dress and murmured, “Thanks, Aiden.”

Aiden drove off without another word, not curious at all about why she was in such a remote area.

Clara took a deep breath and tried calling Z again, but still no answer.

She hurried to the door, punched in the code, but it was wrong. He had changed the password.

Feeling the chill seep into her bones, she knocked. “Z, are you home?”

Just as she was about to give up, the door cracked open, his voice hoarse. “What are you doing here?”

It hit Clara then—he knew. That’s why he changed the password.

She quickly pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to find herself lifted onto the entryway cabinet before she could speak.

Her hands found his face, and as she was about to kiss him apologetically, she froze. His fingers...